Crowns

[Verse 1: Gatsby] Me falling off imagine that That's like Jesus Christ whipping crack picture that And relax I'm as raw as whips taking licks off of Jesus back Triple that we supreme no starter cap I holla facts Project Pat how they wanna sit me next to triple six But if the devil exist then God must too right ain't that some shit And the book said that no weapon formed against me shall prosper Who shot ya non nada I'm don dada West Egg Illuminati my squad be intellectual mobstas Lobbing steak and lobster at bitches you niggas wish would let you holla You muthafuckas over there hakuta matata The stampede will indeed impact ya squalor Patna Please give up the mic You respect yo life right Well nigga I guess that's the price Sacrifice Make em Expendable niggas bring knives to gun fights Statham Truth be told I do pity you niggas hating [Hook] West get the money Cause yeen fucking with a king x4 Y'all niggas ain't Yeen fucking with a king [Verse 2: Gatsby] And I put that on my momma them If them niggas ain't on Mieux naw we don't fuck with them You old niggas mad that your career ain't as bright Zeros about to hit that dark thirty, that's Osama them Hurt locker shit my accountant and me speak different languages Buying tickets, your zen betta be yen if you wan kick it Perfect timing fuck late I'm in first place Only thing coming before Gatsby is my bitch and award winning Rims spinning windows tinted i'm living the cliche Rap life easy believe its peachy Like asses on the models they shooting for a casting couch Shoot em down dig em out, tell they ass to bounce Sometimes you win, sometimes you take an l It's human nature for us to fail But if you know anything about the mandate of heaven shit You'd understand why a dude like me don't ever trip